Week 4: Media and a Memory


When I was little, I just couldn’t do without my favorite stuffed dog, Bester. It was the most fun animal ever. I would sleep with him, play with him, do everything with him. Bester was the best thing in the world! He had the softest fur, nice brown eyes, floppy velvet ears, basically everything you could ever want in a dog.

While I snuggled it, I pretended Bester was a real, living dog, all for me. I could play with him and dance with him whenever I wanted to. I would talk to him when I was sad; I would talk to him when I was happy. I would play with my sister’s stuffed dog, Hope. Bester and Hope; the best of friends— just like Rachel and I. Bester reminded me of old times, of times where we jumped on the bed and when I threw him up into the air, promising to catch him. When I would toss him and twirl him, it was as if I actually had a puppy.

Bester never failed to make me laugh and smile. That’s why Bester was my favorite stuffed animal. Without Bester, my life would be incomplete. I would no longer have a fantasy little puppy.

Week 3: Favorite Apps

I may or may not be slightly obsessed *sigh* with apps. Gasp. I know, I know, scandalous. Here are my top 5 (with added commentary and praise and amazingness and — let me just get to it) :

1)Tumblr: TUMBLR. Where have you been all my life? In tumblr you get to choose whose blogs you follow, and all of their posts appear on your dashboard: an endless stream of posts. There are over a million different blogs, all with different topics! Some are hilarious, some motivational, some serious, and some sad. Tumblr is good for any situation, but no chance, no way; I won’t say I’m in love.

2) iFunny: Número dos. iFunny. Well, the name is pretty self-explanatory but it’s just this massive app filled with funny posts. You can post, you can subscribe to people you like, and there is a featured set everyday at 9:00 AM and 5:00 PM. There’s also a collective set, where everything is, and similarly a popular set: with posts that have a lot of likes. iFunny can get you laughing out loud in no time.

3) Pinterest: Pinterest is like a big a bulletin board. As you scroll down your home screen — where all the board’s and people’s pins you’re following shows up — you see pins: little sticky note type of things. As you click on one particular pin, the picture enlarges, and you have the choice to like it, share it, comment on it, or repin it. You can creat multiple boards, where you post pins with a certain category in. For example, a board could be called “Books” and every pin that you repin that you put under the category books shows up. When you repin, you have the option of which board that pin goes in. You can follow just one of a user’s boards, or the entire user, so all of their boards. Pinterest is a great way to procrastinate.

4) Pandora: Pandora is love. Pandora is life. Pandora is music. Pandora is everything. I use Pandora for anything and everything. You can make radio stations based on an artist or a song. Pandora gives you the perfect range of new and old music. You can like a song, and Pandora will play that song again and more songs like it; you can put a song on the shelf if you are tired of hearing the song but still like it; or you can dislike a song, and Pandora won’t play that song again or songs like it. Pandora is great for homework.

5) Messages: Messages are a great way to talk to your friends. Without having to face the fear of actually talking on the phone, you can just text them and BABOOSHKA. It’s done. On Messages, you can put read receipts on, which tells the person you’re texting when you saw the text, and you can see when the person is typing. You can have group messages with as many people as you want, and with emojis that express feelings that I’ve never felt before, Messages is the perfect package.

Those are my five favorite apps, and I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. Wow. I guess that since I could say that much about apps, I guess I am classified as — gasp — obsessed.

Week 2: A Day in Austin


You get off the plane, the first thing you notice right away as you walk is the hot Austin air. It’s your first time to Austin, and you’re ready to have the greatest vacation. As you slowly descend down the escalator, you see colorful massive guitars hanging around the baggage claim area, drawing many tourist’s attention. You get your baggage and make your way to the big double doors. Walking out, a huge gust of hot, humid air blasts onto your body. You get a taxi and begin your journey.

Downtown is the best place to go when you’re visiting Austin. Just waking around, you see more of the real Austin than anywhere else. With shops on every street, you see many “KEEP AUSTIN WEIRD” shirts, and Tyler’s clothing everywhere. As you look up, you see fluffy white clouds littering the sky. Directing your gaze lower, you catch sight of the UT Tower, many tall skyscrapers, and office buildings. People fill the sidewalks, some walking in groups of friends, some hurrying to get somewhere. The sound of car engines is constantly in the background.You see many college students as you start to walking in the campus of UT. It’s a friendly community; a warm atmosphere.

Another thing about downtown is the food . I mean, we all love food, but Downtown Austin has the best food. With the perfect mix of food trucks and fancy restaurants on every corner, Austin has a great variety of food. Places like Halal Guys and Chipotle are my favorite. Finally, when you’re all done eating, you could just go across the street to Yogurt Planet for a good cup of frozen yogurt.

Downtown a great place to go for a day out with friends. From Segway tours to the Capital, it’s possible activities are endless. You could even go bowling in the underground bowling alley that’s part of the University of Texas. There’s music literally everywhere, but that’s what you get in the Live Music Capital. With great stores for shopping, it’s a great place to go to with all your friends. The Graffiti Park is a great place to go to. With beautiful art all over, it just is a great thinking place. Finally, you can go see the popular graffiti, ” HI HOW ARE YOU” with the frog, and ” I love you so much,” a great place to go with your best friends or family. If you want a day packed full of fun, definitely go to Downtown Austin.

As you enter your hotel room, you think, This really was the greatest vacation, and I will be there in the background saying, wasn’t it? All because you went to Downtown Austin.

The Phantom’s Lair

Eine rote Rose

Dark, damp, dreadful

Jet black walls closing in on you

 An unpleasant, heavy aroma settles like the dust perching on all objects

The feeling of uneasiness comes upon you as you take in your surroundings

Something isn’t right

You wander further into the hall and take a look around

A thick scent greets you as you enter what looks to be a bedroom

A cot, dresser, and small closet occupy the vast amount of space in the room

A big window overlooks a dark, eerie lake

You creep out of the room, into the hallway

Goosebumps rise on your skin as your gaze catches a pearly white mask

You turn, and search the room more closely

A grand piano sits alone, with a single blood red rose lying upon it

You jump at the sound of maniacal laughter

Turning around slowly, you see a figure looming in the darkness

The figure advances into the light, and you see him

All the stories were true

His body fully encased in the bright light streaming in through the windows,you confirm you previous thoughts

He’s here

The phantom of the opera

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iPad – Valued Possession or Negative Influence?

Valued possession. Yes. Yes. YES. Oh, of course! Isn’t it obvious? I mean, the iPad? Being distracting and bringing me trouble? Of course NOT.

My iPad keeps me organized. I can write my study habits and homework in it, and i can also set reminders for myself. I am a very forgetful person. Teachers are starting to give out homework on the iPad, which is very convenient because then I can do my homework almost anywhere. My iPad is helpful.

Also, it’s a G-R-E-A-T (I can spell) great entertainment device for leisure. I can read on my iPad, listen to music, get on Twiiter, Pinterest, or Tumblr, check my email, all that great stuff. All in a little (actually quite big) technology device. As long as you manage your time responsibly, the iPad can really help.

So, yes, my iPad is a valued possession rather than negative influence. It keeps me argali zed, helps with school, and gives me entertainment. Let me tell you, the iPad has a LOT of storage. I use my iPad everyday, and I enjoy it immensely.

How To Crash a Friendship: A Step by Step Tutorial with Hannah

” Oh my gosh I hate you like so much! Ugh you suck!” If you want to hear these words on a daily basis, well step right up, I’ll help you out. I’m pretty great at making a friendship collapse like a house of cards. So welcome; let’s get started!

Step One : be as annoying as you possibly can without actually trying. Make sense? Nope? Great, you’re getting it! Most of the time you don’t actually know that you’re annoying the person until they say the words that I mentioned earlier. So this is the easiest step. Just be yourself, and you won’t have any problems.

Step Two : be as caring and helpful as you can. Why, you ask? Isn’t it obvious? Because then your so called “friend” thinks your being “too nice” cause that’s a thing, right? Being nice sucks, so I completely recommend it so they’ll hate you even more. Always look out for them, and do everything you can to be a true friend, they hate it when you do that. They only like the people who don’t like them and give them fake compliments so they look good. I know, you’re thinking, ” What on earth Hannah this is the worse advice ever!” Trust me on this, I’ve had plenty of experience so you can be sure that this method always works.

Step Three : get ready, this really drives them over the edge. Always be there for them. Be a true friend. If they ever feel bad and you ask them if you can do anything to help, or if you just wait for them after class, they flip out. Here’s an example of flipping out so you can recognize it when it happens and know that the official crashing of the friendship is coming up. ” Gosh, why did you wait for me? I can walk to my locker by myself, I don’t need you with me every second of the day! You’re so clingy!” Or, my favorite, ” I don’t need your help with my life, I’m completely fine!”

There you have it; the perfect three step path to crashing a friendship. Enjoy, and I hope this works out for you in the future! Remember, if you ever need any advice on how to completely drive your friend up the wall, I’m here for you.

The Weirdest Thing

The weirdest thing is when water comes our of your face when you’re upset. Like your body goes, ” Oh, this guy’s feeling pretty terrible, let’s have him start gushing water out of his eyes so he can’t stop for about 10 minutes! ‘Cause that’s the obvious thing to do, right?” Not at all. Crying is useless.

Why does everyone need to know you’re hurt? Oh right, THEY DON’T. But no, you have to have water streaming down your face to alert your friends — and sometime the entire class — that you’re hurt, or feeling sad, or whatever the reason is. But it’s not over yet. You still need to keep it going for about 10 minutes while you get countless: “Oh my gosh, are you okay”s and ” Oh my gosh, what happened?” And then comes the, ” Oh, did you hear she was crying today!? Scandalous!

The worst is when you actually just get something in your eye, so your eye starts tearing up, so everybody freaks out and thinks your crying when in reality, you just got something in your eye. But when you claim that that’s what happened, people just nod knowingly, while you can still see that they actually have no idea that your are actually telling the truth.

There you have it. I think we all know form experience that crying sucks immensely. It’s completely and utterly useless.

Is Spying Dangerous? Oh, yeah. Am I good at it? Not at all.

DING- DONG! The doorbell rings, and my older sister, Rachel climbs down from her bunk bed.She jumps off the last rung of the ladder and makes her way towards the door.
“Where are you going, Rach?”, I ask quizzically. We’re supposed to be asleep,and my 1st grade brain is telling me this is not a good idea.
“To spy on them, of course!”, she replies. But that’s Rachel for you. I get out of bed cautiously, like my parents might come upstairs, when I knew they wouldn’t.
Should I follow her?, I think. Maybe, but I’ll get in trouble if I do, the innocent part of my mind contradicts. Eh, they might never find out, my mind finalizes. I walk out of my ultra-hot pink room into the medium-sized hallway.
I hear voices, and over exaggerated laughter drifting up from the living room.I start to doubt myself, but don’t get very far. “Shhh,” Rachel warns. I nod, and then crouch down beside her. I think some newfound energy sprouted up from somewhere deep inside me, and I decide to stay here for as long as possible. I am crouching on my toes, and then I lean even further down to see our guests.
There is slight crack above the railing that is visible because the floor of the media room upstairs also serves as the ceiling for the living room downstairs. If I lean really far down, I can see a lot more through the beams supporting the railing. I lean so far, my body is almost horizontal with the stairs. If I lean any more, I will start rolling, and the stairs will give as much mercy to me as the desert does to a tumbleweed. And I am sure if I fall down the stairs, that’s what it will feel like: like I am a tumbleweed. I listen to the conversation going on downstairs, and then my sister taps my shoulder.
I lose my balance, since I am crouching on my toes, and leaning so far out isn’t helping me as I start rolling down the stairs. With each step I hit, my back feels like it just got slammed into a brick wall. The once comfy and soft carpet on our stairs have become, well, not that comfy after about 7 years of living here. And the smell, UGH! It was disgusting! I could smell all the dust and the stinky smell of feet accumulated after a long time. I release a yelp, and then bite down hard on my tongue, too hard I know, after I taste the bitter, metallic taste of my blood. I hear the wind whooshing in my ears, and my once halfway view of the living room turns into a blurry whirl as I see the world spin in fast circles as I finally roll to a stop at the first landing, but not a peaceful stop. I slam into the railing, and then stop.
My mom and dad rush over, along with our guest. My mom is the first to speak, and even she can only muster the simple question, “Are you okay?” Rachel is still at the top of the stairs, staring at me, open-mouthed. My parents apply Bengay to my back after interrogating me with questions. After about 5 minutes, Rachel gets over her shock, pushes herself up from the ground, and sprints downstairs, apologizing so fast I think she might have drank an entire liter of Sprite. Trust me, it’s happened before.
Well, after my parents tuck me in again, for the final time today, I can’t help thinking that, Hey! At least I didn’t get in trouble!

My Favorite Mistake



” 57 playing, 58 to the waiting chair please.” The girl hurries past my seat, going all the way to the front of the room, to finally collapse on the stiff black chair. At All Region Orchestra Auditions, you need to be prepared. Unfortunately, prepared was the exact opposite of what I was.

I had been given the 3 pieces to practice over the summer. But I, of course,did not even lay a finger on my violin, not wanting to disturb my “summer chillaxation.” Yeah, and we all saw how well that worked out… Of course, while many other violin geniuses practiced every day, I wouldn’t even think about anything other than relax. I think we all know the worst thing is when you spend a little too much time relaxing and not enough time on the real important stuff. You might know it as procrastination. Well, procrastination has been my best friend for a while, we’ve always been pretty close, best buds. But yeah, no. On that chilly October weekend, my best friend Mr. Procrastination decided to battle me. A terrible thing, really, but hey, we all know Mr. Procrastination’s a pretty sneaky guy. I should have been expecting it.

The clock is ticking so loudly I think it’s broken. Chairs all around me squeak as 20 students squirm in the hard black chairs. There were many different actions going on with the hands of students. Some people were practicing silently, their fingers flying across the fingerboard. Others were biting their nails, or shaking their hands, wanting to go and get their audition over with. I was rubbing my own hands against my leggings, anxiously awaiting my turn; for the assistant lady to call me, Number 106.

Finally I hear the magic words: ” Number 105 playing, 106 in the waiting chair please.” My friends squeezes my hand as I get up, another girl gives me an encouraging smile as if saying, Good luck, try not to die or melt or mess up or any of that other great stuff. I took it to heart as I took my place perched on the very edge of the rigid chair. My leg was bouncing up and down and my hands were sweating like there was no tomorrow. My entire body was shaking and my eyes we’re darting back and forth. Player 105 finishes her piece — which she played perfectly, of course — with a flourish and walks back to her seat, head held high. I hesitantly get up, walk towards the music stand and get ready. I hoist my violin on my shoulder,and everything seems fine. Of course, that’s when everything goes wrong. I start, and my fingers deftly move across the fingerboard, my bow moving at record speed. I’m going good, only a few more measures left. But those last measures feel like eternity as my finger slips off the fingerboard, and my bow makes a dying animal sound. Not pleasant, I think to myself as I try to finish of the piece with a flourish of my bow, as the girl before had done. It didn’t work out so well, my bow banged an unknown object and at the end if it all, I legitimately wanted to move to Siberia, Tibet — or better yet, Antarctica.

Honestly, I knew I wouldn’t make it. I hadn’t prepared well enough, and more than half of the students were better than me. All because I didn’t practice as much as I could. And that was my terrible mistake. Looking back at it, it was a tragedy, really. So as endearing and charismatic as Mr. Procrastination is, don’t let him in too close. You actually need to work to reach your goals, and I will be surely be giving Mr. Procrastination the silent treatment as I do anything, ever in my life, from today and onwards. Don’t trust that guy.